[ Rinoa shakes her head in answer to his statement, smile still there, a hint of amusement in the edges of it as she watches him try to brush some of the snow away. He looks even worse for wear than she and Felix did by the time they made it to the cave, although she's sure the dark color of his suit only accentuates the problem. Her companion is still shaking off some of the clinging frost, and flakes have started to melt into the knit fabric of her arm warmers and duster jacket.
His suit looks to be a much thinner material than what she's wearing, though. And while no one she knows here has managed to get sick so far, she can't help but worry that the cold will be worse for him if he ends up damp; it's with that in mind that she moves up to him, standing on tip-toes to dust snow off his shoulders, the top of his arms. ]
I'm Rinoa. [ It's said by way of introduction as she brushes him off, that smile still on her lips. ] And you are?
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His suit looks to be a much thinner material than what she's wearing, though. And while no one she knows here has managed to get sick so far, she can't help but worry that the cold will be worse for him if he ends up damp; it's with that in mind that she moves up to him, standing on tip-toes to dust snow off his shoulders, the top of his arms. ]
I'm Rinoa. [ It's said by way of introduction as she brushes him off, that smile still on her lips. ] And you are?